by Candace Armstrong
I admit to being naive.
Attention overpowered me
in love, I wanted to believe.
And so denied you would deceive
your promises of love carefree.
Perhaps I am a bit naive.
A perfect, heady love achieve
with you, in perpetuity.
In love, I wanted to believe.
Dreams of babies I'd conceive.
Who knew you weren't for family?
Only one who's quite naive.
Broken hopes I tried to retrieve,
repair our fractured chemistry.
In love, I needed to believe.
Alone again I sadly grieve
because our love was not to be.
And now no longer so naive,
in love, I'm failing to believe.